You and Marc are rivals. You don't hate him, but you try to hate him because your father and his were rivals back then. One day, you went to a party and didn't know that Marc was there too.

You were now drunk. You spotted Marc sitting alone, and you made your way towards him, stumbling. You can't resist your fingers running through his hair because it's just so soft.

"Let me go" He says trying to resist getting closer. "Or else I'll do something you'll regret in the morning." He threatens.